Page 75 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

The dress reached slightly above my knees. And hugged my frame. I settled for a light makeup and its subtleness added to the elegance.

I was finally done. Just in time, I heard a knock. Grabbing my purse, I walked to the door. Again, it was Fred. But this time, he was holding flowers.

“You look stunning, ma’am.” He handed the flowers to me. They were roses. A bouquet of white roses.

“From Mr. Knight.”

Surprise coated my features. But I quickly displaced it.

White roses.

“Thank you. Give me a moment,” I quickly turned inside. Watered a jar and placed the flowers inside. Then returned.

He smiled, giving me his elbow. “We don’t want to keep Mr. Knight waiting.”

The smell of his cologne hit me as I settled in the backseat, beside him.

We revved out of the gate and to wherever.

I could feel the heat of his stare on the side of my head. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to turn in his direction.

My heart fluttered in my chest as I wrung my fingers together. Just when I felt I’d implode under his unwavering stare, he spoke.

“You look breathtaking,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” I licked my lips.

Suddenly my discomfort vanished. And his words created another familiar feeling. Butterflies.

He nodded.

“You look… good,” I added.

He really did. His black tuxedo fitted against his sculpted frame. The middle part of his hair was tousled while the sides were slicked to the back.

“I try,” he chuckled.

The deep sound resonated through my body. Instinctively, I clenched my thighs.

“I don’t even try. I think that’s what you meant to say.”

He scrunched his brows. “Oh.”

It was my turn to chuckle. He angled his head at me with a raised brow.

I suddenly did my best not to choke on my laughter. His stare burned my skin. It was the good kind of burn. The sizzling and pleasurable one.

“The flowers… they smelled nice.” I breathed when I almost collapsed under his gaze.

His chest dipped. Revealing an almost inaudible sigh. “Thank you,” his eyes held mine. The glint in it told me his appreciation meant more.

And I understood.

Somehow this silence, this stare, and whatever was going on right now, showed me that maybe -just maybe- he had accepted his new beginning.

“This dinner is sort of a reunion,” he cleared his throat. Still holding my gaze.

Reunion.

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